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Today.

Now.

As I sit & write.

The fine lines of snow collected on the cloud.

Steam of coffee vapor pours from my cup.

Life is Alright because I made it so.

Life tastes good because I followed the innate Recipe.

Songs pour from speakers inside my hat

Feathers from Angel Wings fan my face

God Himself blesses my brow,
for nothing more than a Breath
in Remembrance of Him …

It …

She …

them …

the parcels of Love that made my existence complete

the soft songs, the happy voices, the tiny hands and feet

that walk

on the Shining Surface of my Heart

moment after moment

day after day

as my thoughts of You

turn to Gold

wintertime fields of the Finest Hay

blossoms blowing on a fresh summer day

the music of Trumpets

in the month of May